Another blog? I hate blogs, don't I?

The name? Well, for fifteen years I kept journals/diaries/whatever in notebooks
and have 21 volumes of the stupid things in a crate under my bed. They started
as a 12th grade English assignment and I just never stopped doing it. Well, I
didn't stop doing it until a month or so back when the entries started being a
month or more apart. I actually miss doing it, but I was burned out on the
form. Maybe a blog will kick me into gear or maybe it'll just be another in a
long line of boring, self-indulgent junk. At least I don't have pets to post
pictures of. (But if I get a cat all bets are off.)